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Point Of Grace Better Days

be fine Better days are just a dream right now It's like all you do is pray But the world keeps turning Bringing us better days CHORUS Better days, better days

gonna be fine Better days are just a dream right now It's like all you do is pray But the world keeps turning Bringing us better days CHORUS Better days, better days

can shackle me away and try to wrap around my dreamer I feel better when I paint my days With purple seas and left out grays Strange is just a different point

our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace / called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better

ever I saw you face it was love at first sight in a public place see you moved through the room with such style and grace and like a sweet peice of candy

of questions Owning your every thought Curled up like a new born Makes tomorrow all right This siege of personal conflict Selfishness at this point saves you Numerous days

shackle me away And try to wrap around my dreamer I feel better when I paint my days With purple seas And left out grays Strange is just a different point

turn, my turn I need this mic I'll make it hard to keep track of my days If need be you count the sun rays Seven nights seven days,incubate six degrees

on to all the things you know will only hold you back in the end) ..like you're just holding out for something better to steal you from these tired days